Your enthusiasm
Your smile
The way you light up the room
When you giggle.

No, it could not have been anyone.
Its you. You make me write.
You over flow me with poetry.
You're my library.

Everything i said is true.
You are my muse.
I refuse to forget you.
I can't get you off my mind.

and she left. the day i dreaded the most, the day i wished would never come, the day i prayed she’d never say those words.

“i’m tired of you”

was all she said and left.